Late-night confessions

From a late-night IRC conversation with a Flock staffer and a Flock community member. It’s sort of a running joke that, a Southerner, I partake of all the bad habits and am characterized by all the provincialisms generally associated with the South.

daryl: (sorry, it’s late here and I’m working on a blog post entitled “My complex relationship with meat,” so it’s fitting that I should be in a weird mindframe 😉 yosh: mmmmmmmeat daryl: yosh, I’m occasionally eating meat again daryl: we ran out of vegetables in Tennessee daryl: except for tobacco, that is, and it tastes really bad yosh: well, TN really didn’t have that many yosh: daryl: tobacco can be good with the right sauce daryl: like a durian sauce?yosh: durian-natto sauce daryl: heh daryl: actually, I’m mainly eating meat b/c my newly pregnant wife craves it and I’m tired of cooking two meals a night yosh: heh[redacted]: daryl: you actually eat tabacco? daryl: [redacted], it’s a staple in Tennessee daryl: that and buggering cows 😉daryl: (no, I don’t eat tobacco) daryl: (though I am married to my sister, who is also my grandmother and my third cousin six times removed; and my father) yosh: daryl is his own grandpadaryl: and grandma daryl: I’m also my own sandwich daryl: (my other grandpa having mated with a tobacco plant, that is) [redacted]: daryl: good (you don’t eat tobacco) 😉 daryl: opium, now that’s a different story 😉